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Day 001

I should start this with a proper introduction.

My name is Doctor Stephanie Arafa. 29 years old. Fennec fox. Canadian-Egyptian. Currently residing in LA. (What else should I mention? Right.) Five-foot-two. 165 pounds. Brown eyes.

I received my Ph.D. in applied psychology two years ago. From Yale. I should by all rights be in a big lab with more funding than I know what to do with and a host of experiments lined up before me.

Instead I'm working at a marketing start-up, which is trying to get people to order one size larger drink and fries than they otherwise would. Go me.

At least the pay is good. I've got a nice place here in LA and a salary large enough to fund a few experiments -- okay, one experiment -- on my own. I didn't want to give it all up after I graduated. My work was in suggestibility: can the brain be forced to do something it would not normally want to do, to like or dislike something it would otherwise not be inclined to? Such work is fraught with ethical considerations, to say the least. But my hope is that if I can understand how it can be done, we can also figure out ways to prevent it.

But first, we have to know how it is done.

And that requires test subjects.

And there's no better test subject than myself.

So I've been thinking of something I really dislike that I would be willing to manipulate myself into liking. I went with fellatio. I know, it's sexual, possibly inappropriate for true scientific considerations. But I trust whoever I share my research and these recordings with will understand. Sex is a fertile ground for study (all puns intended). Anyway, I thought fellatio would be a good target for another reason: my boyfriend, never mind his name, really likes it and I wished I liked it more for his sake. He's been willing to do things for me, and I wanted to do this for him.

That's the plan. The experiment starts tomorrow. I will check back in then.

Day 002

Hello again, Doctor Arafa here. Today has been interesting.

Before the system can be used, it has to be calibrated so that it knows the exact brainwave patterns it is attempting to manipulate. It needs to know exactly how I feel about fellatio first. And that means watching porn. Lots and lots of porn. All about... blowjobs. All with a dozen electrodes dotting my own head and with my stomach do somersaults every time I see a woman put her lips to a penis.

Sexy science needn't be sexy. Or even fun.

Oh well.

I worried my ears silly through the process. Bad habit I picked up as a kit. The eartips were sore by the time I was done.

But at least I got the data I needed. Now for a bit of ice cream and a Netflix binge.

Day 003

Calibrations continued today.

I had to isolate the particular idea of fellatio in my own mind. So I strapped the electrodes back on (worried for a moment they might leave my fur ruffled) and started viewing other things. First some general sex videos, hot ones. Then things besides fellatio that made me feel disgust. There were some overlapping thought patterns, which I expected, and after several hours, I was sure I had isolated down the exact concept of giving head.

Tonight the compiler runs. Everything should be ready tomorrow.

Day 004

Tonight's the big night. Making sure my schedule is clear for tomorrow in case it interferes with sleep at all.

The device, for your information, consists of four parts: a visor over my eyes, earpieces, a brainwave reader that rests atop my head, and the fitting straps. It has to be on fairly tight, because even small movements can throw off calculations a fair bit. Thankfully I included some padding so it won't be uncomfortable.

Wish me luck.

Day 005

Ouch. No. No good.

I slept dead to the world for something like nine hours, but woke up feeling like I've only had two. My brain feels overloaded. It's hard to put the feelings into words. It's a bit like the time I had a panic attack but without the feeling of terror. I keep looping through the same set of thoughts, but they are just related to me being irritable and my lack of sleep. No significant thoughts, just the same trivial ones over and over again. I'm going to try the set-up tonight with much reduced settings.

Day 006

Still no good sleep, but now I know what the problem is. I recorded my vitals all night and noticed that I never left REM sleep. The device, when activated, seems to force me into REM. It'll take me a little while to figure out how to adjust that.

Hey! Something awesome just happened. (I'm breaking with a more scientific overview because I'm too excited right now.)

I was thinking that I should, despite my tiredness, check to see if the experiment worked by watching some of the same porn from before, the fellatio kind. And while I didn't want to, I didn't have the same knot of unease in my stomach. It's a decidedly different feeling from before.

This device might be working.

But right now, I'm going to take a nap, then I'm going to figure out how to fix this.

Day 012

Been a while since the last update. Work was hell this week, but it's the weekend again. I got the device back up and running on Tuesday and was trying it again that night.

I think I slept better wearing the device that night than I had for months prior. That's a side effect I don't mind.

And it does show continued signs of working. I haven't really had the time to test how everything is proceeding directly by watching the pornos from before, but I was again thinking about doing it, and noticing that with each passing day, I was more and more open to the idea. Today I would say I'm ambivalent to the concept. Not against. But not for it. Again, that's a definitive change.

Since it is the weekend and I had the time, I did sit down after breakfast to watch one. I didn't like it. But... I didn't hate it either. More definitive change.

Then I thought about performing the same actions on my boyfriend. And it was okay until I thought about the smell and the taste. Then my stomach flipped again and I had to stop.

So there's progress, but in small steps.

Let's see how I'm doing after another week.

Day 017

Success! Total, unqualified success.

After another week of using the device...

Okay, before moving on I need a better name for that. Suggesting sounds too weak. Reprogramming sounds way too strong. What about reorienting? Yeah.

After another week of reorienting myself, I can honestly say that I woke up this morning and wanted, actually wanted, to sit down and watch a woman perform fellatio. And I did. I plopped down in front of the computer in nothing but panties and a t-shirt (look, even as a fennec, there's only so much heat I can take, and LA has been undergoing a heat wave lately) and watched fifteen minutes of a ringtail working over a solid six inches of wolf penis with her muzzle.

And. I. Liked. It.

I was even a little turned on, although not enough to do anything about it. Honestly, I was just too excited with my success. After the video ended, I danced around my apartment. I called up my boyfriend and, while I didn't divulge all the details, I just wanted to share the feeling of success with him. And he played along and cheered me without knowing what he was cheering for. I also teased him with the idea that there would be something special I wanted to do for him soon (and yes, I was starting to want to do it). After I hung up, I danced again.

Dr. Stephanie Arafa, inventor of the... well, I suppose I should call it the Reorienter. Yeah.

Now to see how far I can push it.

Day 021

I'm trying not to laugh as I write this.

So tonight, after work, I arranged a date with my boyfriend. (I can't keep calling him that. It will sound too clinical. His name is Cedric. And so anyone reading this knows, he's a red fox. A good chunk taller than me, a programmer, and he works out just enough that when he flexes, you can actually see the definition in his arms. I love that in a guy.)

Anyway, during the date with Cedric at my place, I spring my surprise on him: I wanted to perform fellatio. He laughed at first, in part because I actually said fellatio aloud and in part because he didn't believe me. But I made it clear I wanted it. Right there. On the couch.

I pulled down his pants and started nuzzling in. He was still surprised, but getting hard at the same time. Like most foxes, he's a little shorter than usual, a little thicker, and with a nice thick knot at the base. I'd never really taken his penis in from this angle though. I liked it. I still couldn't quite get past the smell or taste of him, but the visuals and the feeling of bobbing my head along him were both getting me going. And him too. I can't remember the last time I heard him moaning that hard. Cedric really liked it.

And then... well, it all went a little sideways.

He climaxed in my mouth.

I went from having the time of my life to feeling sick in about two seconds flat.

After spitting his semen back up, quite unceremoniously, we looked at each other and then broke into giggles. I couldn't believe I had been so careful with the Reorienter but had completely forgotten to consider how the typical act of fellatio finishes. I started laughing harder and harder at my own silliness. And seeing me laughing got Cedric laughing harder. And that got me going again. Soon our sides were aching and we were taking deep breaths to try and calm down.

Not the sexiest way to end the night, and despite my arousal, I never got off myself, but it was a good time. Now I also know what to do with the Reorienter next. (I still haven't told Cedric about it. Maybe if it continues to be as big a success as it was tonight.)

Day 024

Weekend again, and time to recalibrate the Reorienter.

After the little snafu with Cedric this week, I am dedicated today to... how to put this scientifically... accepting Cedric finishing off in my mouth. I mean, I know he wants that. And I don't want to behave like I did last time. And I need more test parameters for the Reorienter. So this will work.

The electrodes are back on, but this time instead of watching the whole video, I'm focusing just on the moment of completion. I spent most of last night downloading and splicing together those parts of the videos. Now I'm watching them on loop with the electrodes recording all they can. Over and over again, I'm seeing penises twitching, that tell-tale bulging of the cheeks, the dribble of drool and semen mixed together, and the throat shift as the women swallow. There's wolves, bears, the ringtail again (she's popular), lots of vixens like myself, and even a hyena.

My stomach is back to doing cartwheels again. I like the thought of giving fellatio now. I really do. But watching the end and thinking about that... stuff... filling my mouth, let alone swallowing it. Or seeing the guy pull out to expel his load over her face...

And then there is one clip, with the ringtail, where the male, just after climaxing, tells her, "Good girls swallow." It feels extra degrading, and I'm not sure about it, but I'm leaving it in for now.

Now it's over. The data has been collected and the computer will spend this afternoon chewing through the data to compile a new program for the Reorienter.

So now I'm going to kick back and watch the full fellatio videos, because, yeah, I'm really enjoying them now!

Day 029

Further success! And a bit of embarrassment.

So tonight I invited Cedric back to my place for another date. I told him when he arrived that I'd been practicing and wanted to try out my technique. That wasn't really true. I haven't been practicing, but I really did want to try it out again. I'd practically been missing having the opportunity to perform fellatio over the last week.

So he came in and we got right to it, stripping down and planting ourselves on the couch. We were both into it even more than last time. Me, because the Reorienter was doing wonders, and him, because he seemed to have gotten over the strangeness of my behavior. I could feel him getting closer and closer, heard the panting as his breathing quickened, and then, quite unexpectedly, felt the pressure and roughness of the pads of his hand on my forehead, pushing me off.

"I'm getting close," he explained. "I thought I'd just use my hand to finish off, if that's all right."

I wriggled out from under his hand (which he moved to stroke my long ears), and leaned in to lick along the underside of his shaft. He gave a slight gasp at that. And then I said something I hadn't expected to say, "But good girls swallow." I had repeated that line from the porno I had watched while calibrating the Reorienter.

Cedric's ears flicked at that. It was definitely not a thing I would typically say. "But I thought you really don't like the taste."

"I don't," I admitted. "Or the smell. Sorry."

He laughed.

"But..." I said, and I eyed his penis again.

"But good girls swallow?"

I nodded, and damn I must have been blushing so hard. You can't really hide it with thin fennec fur like mine.

"Okay," he said a little awkwardly and guided me back into place.

It took two minutes to get him back on the edge of climax, and then, when he did, I prepared myself, felt the hot liquid land on my tongue, and swallowed (like a good girl, I whispered silently in my own head).

Throughout the whole experience, I was getting really excited. To the point where I'd started masturbating when he neared climax the second time. And afterwards, I wanted to finish so bad. But Charlie was a dear and pulled me close, taking over and using his fingers so I could relax and enjoy myself. After I climaxed too, we cuddled, and we chatted, but the rush of sex combined with the rush of scientific success mean that right now I'm very tired and going to sleep.

Day 030

Morning report. Didn't sleep so well. I was so tired last night that I didn't think to put the Reorienter on for the first time in weeks. I've been so used to the good sleep it was giving me.

Oh well.

Day 031

Weekend calibration time! I'm starting to look forward to these, electrodes and stomach butterflies and all.

I've been thinking about other things I could tweak, that I could really put the Reorienter through its paces on. And something came to mind that Cedric mentioned. When we were cuddling after engaging in fellatio the other day, he mentioned how different I had sounded when I said, "Good girls swallow." I'm normally so technical and scientific, even when referring to intimate things. I say fellatio, and not blowjob. I say penis, and not cock or dick. Cedric said it sounded like I was "talking dirty" and he liked it.

So here goes: a day of watching pornos focusing just on the language they use.

Day 037

I gave Cedric two blowjobs this week.

Ha, I can't believe I said that. I am giggling right now.

Blowjob.

I feel like one of the boys from elementary school, trying to say penis as loud as they could without getting in trouble.

Blowjob.

Blowjob.

BLOWJOB!

Man, that feels good to say.

Anyway, I gave Cedric two blowjobs (hee!) this week, and the Reorienter has been working amazingly. I have no more concerns about giving head, or swallowing his load, or about talking about his cock and calling it a cock. It seems like it's working even faster too!

And when Cedric reminded me, teasingly, that good girls swallow, I practically came on the spot.

It's been really fun. But I think it's time to settle into a routine rather than keep making changes. Let's see how this goes for a little while.

Day 054

It's been a while, so time to give a status update.

First, I want to say how amazingly, incredibly great the changes the Reorienter has made have been for me. For us. Cedric and I have never been closer, and I don't just mean that in a conjugal sense. We've been talking a lot more, about us, about our interests, about our desires. We've been honest in ways I didn't think we could be as a couple before. Before, I thought he was a nice guy. But now, I think he might be the right one for me. We've even talked about moving in together at some point.

Second, my sexual activities have changed drastically. I'm masturbating more frequently (I had to focus to not say "jilling off"), and now my porn of choice is always seeing a blowjob. I can't be with Cedric every day, so I bought a dildo. Red fox, of course, just like him. And I spend more time practicing my oral technique with it than I do sliding it between my legs. I can almost deep throat it now. The Reorienter can't suppress my gag reflex, but with a little more calibration it's been encouraging me to work towards that point.

Third, to give some idea of how effective the Reorienter has been at changing my mind about oral: now I don't even need any stimulation to get off from giving head. I gave four blowjobs this week. Two to Cedric, two to my practice dildo. And each time I came without touching my sex at all. The first time it happened, it was mind-blowing. To cum from nothing but the emotions inside me made it feel that much more powerful.

Fourth, the Reorienter itself... okay, this is the not so good part. I think it has a side effect. Another one, besides the deep sleep I get while using it.

I am absolutely addicted it.

I've tried once or twice not wearing it, and I slept awfully each time. When I try to think about falling asleep now, I think about falling asleep wearing the Reorienter.

I should have anticipated something like this happening. I kept searching for new things to calibrate it for. I want it to keep changing me.

But honestly, I don't mind so much. Even knowing it has made me a much different person, all the changes it made were changes I wanted to make. I wanted to do this for Cedric and now I have.

I just need to be careful not to give into the temptation to let it control too much. That's why I'm focusing on just the changes Cedric and I want to make.

Day 065

A practical update: I've built a new Reorienter to be smaller. It now rests just at the base of my ears. It turns out that's the only nerve cluster it needs to be close to in order to do its work.

I've also filed for a patent. Wish me luck again. I'm spending a lot of time psyching myself up about it and beating down imposter syndrome.

And finally, I noticed a small flaw in the Reorienter that I've been fixing the last few days. Originally, the changes it made in me were confined to Cedric or in private. But the other day I found myself fantasizing about sneaking under my boss's desk and seeing how big his shaft was compared to Cedric's. It's making me shiver to think about it even now.

That I don't want, however. I want to be with Cedric. But trying to reorient my own brain to apply those changes only in private is hard. I think I've got it now though.

Day 070

I finally told Cedric about the Reorienter.

We've been getting closer and closer, spending more and more time together, and sleeping at each other's places more often than not. I would hide the Reorienter and sleep without it, which I could manage... for one night. But not two nights in a row. And even then, I was showing signs of not having slept well and Cedric was getting worried.

So I told him the whole story and shared this document with him.

He was really concerned at first, but I explained it really wasn't that different than someone using hypnosis to help themselves lose weight. I was making changes to myself that I wanted. The only things that were unexpected were the need to wear it to sleep right (which I think I've almost fixed), and the compulsion to keep making changes. And I wanted to only make changes that the two of us wanted, to help fulfill his fantasies or mine. That seemed to allay his worries.

(I didn't tell him about fantasizing about my boss, but then I'd already managed to fix that.)

Then I asked him to tell me another of his fantasies. So I could calibrate the Reorienter again.

He was blushing more than I'd ever seen him do before. And it's really hard to tell when a red fox is blushing. You can't see it in the cheeks at all, only the ears.

I kept playfully needling him until he admitted that he liked CMNF, and then he had to explain what that was: clothed male, nude female. He liked the idea of us hanging out at his place or mine, with him regularly clothed and me naked.

I admitted that wasn't my thing. I only liked being nude when we were being intimate. But I told him I'd soon change that.

Day 082

Cedric really likes the new me.

It's Saturday and I spent the whole day at Cedric's. And from the moment I walked in the door, I stepped out of my clothes and tossed them aside. Cedric's eyes were boring into me, but I didn't feel any embarrassment, not even hiding my sex or breasts with my tail. Instead I used my slim, tan-furred tail to flick provocatively and encourage him to come closer. For a while, he just stood there, one hand on my hip, unable to believe his luck.

Then I made brunch. I had to put on an apron to cook the bacon, which felt so strange, and I was happy to wriggle back out of it when we started eating. We were giggling and chatting away, but I noticed his gaze kept falling down to my chest.

When brunch was over, he insisted on cleaning up. He liked this new dynamic, but he was clear he didn't want me to become some simplistic housewife. He wanted to do his fair share.

I couldn't help but tease him though. He cleared off the plates and started washing the dishes, and as he did, I turned in my seat to face him, spreading my knees wide and showing every inch of my fur off. I knew I was having a good effect when he finished drying off the last pan and stood there in the kitchen. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"I'm a bit... uncomfortable."

At first, I was worried I had done something wrong, then I realized what he meant. I slipped into the kitchen and pushed him back against the counter, undoing his belt and zipper and freeing his tightly trapped shaft. I sucked him off right there in the kitchen. When he blew his load, I was a good girl and swallowed every drop. I was almost too good. There was nothing left of my lips for me to lick clean as I tucked him back away.

The rest of the day was just as fun. Movies, video games, some time just reading, interspersed with teasing and the occasional blowjob. Although by the end of the day, he was having a hard time getting it up still. I was almost disappointed, but then he kissed me deeply and I stopped caring about that.

After dinner, cuddling on the couch (still with him clothed and me nude), he asked a question that took me by surprise. "I appreciate you doing this for me, Steph, but what can I do for you?"

Dumbfounded at first, I could only say, "What?"

"Well, it's not fair for you to be the one making all the changes, even if you are getting help with that Reorienter. I want to do something for you too."

I squirmed, thinking about it.

"So there is something?" He grinned and nuzzled into my cheek, flicking his tongue across my fur in a way that made me giggle.

"Yes, but..."

"I told you: now you tell me."

I sighed and nodded. "I want to use the Reorienter on you."

He blinked. "For what?"

"Thanks to the Reorienter, I like making changes to myself. I like making changes for you specifically. But you aren't always willing to tell me what you want. You were so shy even telling me about this CMNF thing. I want to use the Reorienter to make you be more open to wanting to change me too."

He looked concerned. "But you said there were side effects."

"Yeah..."

He must have seen how down I looked, because he perked up and said, "I'll tell you what. If you can iron out all the bugs you found, I'm willing to give it a shot. For us." He lifted my hand and kissed the knuckles. He seemed like such a proper gentleman, as much a gentleman as he could be cuddling a naked woman on his couch.

I could hardly wait to get back home and start working on the Reorienter all over again.

Day 090

I've been working non-stop on the Reorienter, at least when not sleeping, working at the day job, spending time with Cedric, or jilling off at home. I think it won't be addictive or affect my sleep patterns any more. The changes are being uploaded now. I'm going to use the new version for a week and then stop cold turkey.

Wish me luck.

Day 097

Okay, I'm nervous, but going to try going without the Reorienter tonight.

Day 098

I slept well. That's a good sign.

Day 100

Still sleeping well and no burning need to put the Reorienter back on either. No real change otherwise, but I wanted to write today to commemorate 100 days of working on this project! Hooray! I've come a long way, and this record has gotten less and less scientifically minded. That was probably inevitable the moment I started shouting BLOWJOB. (Heehee!)

I'm still glad to be recording my thoughts for whatever purpose they might be used.

Day 103

No problems sleeping. No need to wear the Reorienter. (I mean, I want to, but I don't need to.) I think the bugs have been quashed.

Now to tell Cedric.

Day 105

Cedric is spending the night at my place tonight. We spent a while calibrating it to him. He found the electrodes uncomfortable, but I soothed that away with a few kisses over his cock.

I had him watching pornos, him clothed, me nude. But the things we were aiming for weren't as big a change in him as they were for me. He was okay with a lot of things, just shy about expressing them. So he spent most of the time hard and frustrated he couldn't deal with it, because we needed pure data. When we finished, I gave him another blowjob to make up for it. (We agreed I'm getting really really good at them.)

Then I had to design the program that would actually be used in the Reorienter.

And I confess, I did a little more than I was supposed to. I didn't just remove his shyness about telling me his desires. I wanted to make him a little more controlling. I wanted him to really desire making changes in me. But that was all.

Right now, he's sleeping on my bed. I'm seated at the computer, watching the readouts on my computer as the Reorienter does its business. I'm naked, as I always am these days when alone with him, and I'm rubbing myself eagerly. I can't wait to see how it affects him.

Day 106

He slept well and hasn't expressed any desire to wear it again tonight. I told him he shouldn't for at least two days, just to make sure it wasn't having any adverse effects.

Day 109

Cedric just woke up from his second session. All signs are still good. I can't tell that it's had any effect on him yet though.

Day 112

Fuck. Cedric just texted me to ask if I could teach him how to use the Reorienter's control program. He has some ideas. I'm at work and have to excuse myself to the restroom to masturbate. Fuck. I can't wait.

Day 120

It took longer than expected to train Cedric to use the program. And it took longer to get all the readings he wanted from my brain. There were LOTS of different things he was having me look through. Videos, images, stories -- he even took readings with my nose pressed into his sheath. I think he plans to make me like the smell of his shaft finally.

Tonight I get to try the new programming on the Reorienter. I'm so excited, I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep.

Day 121

Morning report: good girls submit to their brainwashing.

Fuck. It felt so good to say that.

Good girls submit to their brainwashing.

Fuckfuckfuck. I want to tackle Cedric and suck his cock all day long, but he's busy today.

Good girls submit to their brainwashing.

I'm just going to go jill off for a while. A long while. I can't wait for tonight and the next session of brainwashing.

Day 122

Morning report: I want to be Cedric's plaything.

I was a good girl and submitted to the second installment of my brainwashing last night. (I can't believe I'm saying how much I want to be brainwashed, but it's true. I do.) And when I woke up this morning, I knew without a doubt that I want to be Cedric's plaything. I want to let him do whatever he wants with my mind. I want to be a toy he can play with and mold into his perfect companion.

... I can't believe the Reorienter is working this quickly. I had turned down the effect of it after the first night, so long ago. Maybe Cedric is putting it on full bore.

I love it.

I can't wait for tonight's brainwashing.

Day 133

Morning report: I know that to be Cedric's plaything I should move in with him.

Playthings don't need a home of their own, or possessions of their own. If I want to be a Cedric's toy, and I do, I need to be with him and give all I have to him.

I should still keep my job and my hobbies, including my research. A good toy has to have individual personality, so I'm not just the same as any other toy.

I can't wait for tonight's brainwashing.

Day 144

Morning report: Cedric is my owner. I am his plaything. Good girls submit and let themselves become good brainwashed toys.

I can't wait to see him again.

Day 200

Wow! 200 days since I started this project.

It's been a while so I should give an update.

Cedric's brainwashing took really, really well. Better than I even hoped for. I've moved in with him so I can be his permanent live-in plaything. That's how he thinks of me now. And I think of him as my owner. We're not boyfriend/girlfriend anymore. It's something... more than that.

I'm still Dr. Stephanie Arafa. And as Dr. Arafa, I'm getting a lot of attention now that news of the Reorienter has been made semi-public. I haven't told the whole story of how it came to be, but it's undergoing some simple tests: we're seeing if it can change people's taste in food and things like that. A lot of marketing firms are really interested in it and have offered me a lot of money, but I'm more interested in working with academics to understand ways that reorienting the mind can be fought off. (Not that a good toy like me would ever fight off her reorienting!) Cedric is so proud of me.

And yes, we're considering pursuing some sexual applications to kinksters as well.

A lot of things between Cedric and I haven't changed even with the Reorienter. He's encouraging me to learn to do all the fancy baking that I wished I had learned how to do back in grad school, and he's been my test subject for all of my dishes. I've slowly warmed to some of his taste in TV shows although I still don't get the appeal of hockey. I've met a lot more of his family and friends and he's met more of mine too. We've even had little discussions about getting married, but at this point it feels like just a formality for legal purposes: we already know that I am his entirely.

And there are other things that have changed a lot. I can't believe I used to think that clothes were natural things to wear. As a toy, I should be on display for my owner at all times, only wearing things he chooses to put on me (like the lovely latex collar I wear all the time now). He had to explain to me that I should only be on display for him and should dress when around others because my beauty was for him and him alone. Once he put it that way, it did make sense.

Some things are harder to learn, even for toys. Playthings should really only climax when instructed to, but it's hard sometimes. The Reorienter can affect my mind, but my body is another thing entirely. So Cedric likes to make a game of it. He'll have me suck him off, knowing how much I enjoy that, and have me try to keep from cumming as I do. I'm only successful about half the time, and only then because I purposefully don't put my all into sucking him. As you could guess, I don't like that. But it's a fun challenge. I'll figure it out soon.

We've turned the spare bedroom into my training room. There's lots of fun toys in there and, of course, the Reorienter. It's been improved so it can affect me while I'm awake now too! So whenever I need to practice my skills, I put it on and get to work. I'm getting extremely good at oral, and Cedric has been encouraging me to practice for vaginal sex too. He hopes someday I'll be able to get him off without grinding at all, just rhythmically contracting around him. Me too!

And sometimes he puts the Reorienter on me and slips me into full Toy Mode. My mind goes blank and he poses me however he desires, me staring glassily ahead, oblivious to the world around me. It's not quite as good as sleep, but sometimes it's a good substitute for a relaxing post-work nap. He even once had me get on all fours and used my back as a table for dinner. At least, that's what he told me. I don't remember at all. I'm just glad to have been a good plaything and made him happy.

I think that's enough for now. Cedric is giving me that impatient look that suggests I've been writing too much and not pleasuring him enough.

Maybe I'll write up another report once he's thought of another brainwashing regimen for me.

Until then...